Theory Confirmed
Remember in Part I, when I said that if you never give your kid chocolate, your kid will go ape shit when confronted with chocolate? Mr. Twinkle and I also had a conversation last night in which I asked him if Sophie really doesn't like chocolate, or if my SIL just wants to convince Sophie that she doesn't like chocolate. (Because--who knows?--maybe she really doesn't like it. I wasn't crazy about it as a little kid, but I was just interested in where the chocolate hate was coming from).
Well, as I suspected, it turns out Sophie likes chocolate, and all the trash-talking of chocolate is purely part of my SIL's anti-chooclate propaganda machine. It seems that Sophie was alone with three little girls who fed her lots and lots and lots of chocolate, to the point of sickness. I can see how that would be enough to turn a girl off to chocolate (and maybe it did) but my point is this: when chocolate was around, and my SIL wasn't, Sophie went ape shit.
The Food Police at Lunch
Poor Sophie wanted part of Twinklette's waffle at lunch. Sophie had to eat her fruit first (that would be the kind of thing I would require of my children at home, but at a party, I still say the rules can be relaxed). Sophie wanted some lemonade, so my SIL said she could have mostly water with a little lemonade poured in, and Twinklette (Lord bless her) chimed in and said, "Is lemonade good with water?"
When I sat down with my plate and was trying to wrestle with Tiny T to eat something, Twinklette kept saying, "Am I finished, am I finished, am I finished, Mommy?" I didn't really know or care at that point; I was focused on other things and I really don't expect her to eat all that great at a party where there are lots of distractions and the main dish is a sweet souffle made with croissants. All she wanted was one M&M, which someone in that crazy family told her she could have if she ate her lunch. I was like, "Yeah, you can have an M&M." One M&M was probably better for her than a whole serving of sweet croissant souffle. Those people are crazy.
Oh yeah, they gave Sophie an M&M after she ate her lunch, too. (Her father did, not my SIL). So I guess there's more evidence supporting the fact that she does like chocolate, after all.
Our Growing Family
Mr. Twinkle has a college friend who has three little girls and his wife just found out they're having their fourth--a boy. So my brother-in-law jokingly asked if we were in some kind of a contest with them, and we went along with the joke. I was all, "We'll match them kid for kid and won't stop until they do!" and everyone laughed, except my MIL, who clearly thinks we are really in a reproduction competition with these people.
So I think my MIL has taken a new tactic in her efforts to curb our baby-makin'. Everyone was laughing and she, bless her heart, just cannot come off like she's cracking a joke because there's serious venom underneath. Everyone was laughing about us trying to keep up with this other family, and Fun Sink went slightly off topic with, "I think you all should just knock down the wall between the girls' rooms and just have a huge bunker in there, like [SIL] did in college. Of course, she had someone paying her way, as everyone there did." And I'm confused by that statement, because the last time I checked, our children do have someone paying their way, and it's not extended family, and it's not the government welfare program, and it's not a federal student loan. It's us. So I told her idea was a great one--there's always room for one more bunker in this growing girls' dormitory.
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